"Yes... omnipotence, time and space at one's command—what else could such a life possibly desire?"
Lin Xin seemed to understand somewhat.
"Storm told me that you have great potential. If any one of us can reach the zero point of the Primordial Beginning, that being will definitely be you."
That voice spoke blandly.
"I did not believe it at first, but after seeing your essence, I do believe it now. An essence that exists for the sake of existing... what nature could be better than that?"
"And what is your essence?" Lin Xin asked in return.
"My essence is recurrence..." the voice replied. "Don't you still carry a portion of my power within you?"
"Star Chant God!?"
Lin Xin raised his brows slightly. Only then did he realize that the mysterious voice that had accompanied him for tens of thousands of years was actually one of the legendary primal gods—the Star Chant God.
"Ron Xinda twisted twenty million years of time into a beacon, then destroyed two hundred thousand parallel universes. Using them within the nine primal universes, together with the pits and traces left behind in the past, he formed a symbolic mark and sent it to me."
"He told me that, within this public Great Universe, an eternal sibling whose essence was that of a Saint had actually appeared."
"So I came."
"Ron Xinda?"
"That is Mother of Dawn," Star Chant God answered.
"Mother of Dawn..."
Lin Xin fell silent for a time and said nothing more.
Neither of them spoke again. They simply remained silent.
That had also been the most common pattern of their coexistence over all these years.
Time slowly passed.
Gradually, as the years changed, Sheqing Mountain grew taller and taller, its mass ever greater.
Countless particles of cosmic dust were continually drawn in